Usher's body rose up and hit the window. Then he was thrown out of The Palace and landed heavily in the palace garden. He groaned in pain as he struggled to get up, his legs unsteady. The battle was clearly far from over.
The wolves leapt out of The Palace and ran toward Usher, who had only a few seconds to prepare.
Usher knew that this was an impossible fight for him to win. His situation was dire, especially now. He was not only facing the guards of the Nimbria Pack, but also warriors led by Torin himself.
Torin's howl broke the silence of the night. He commanded the warriors of the Nimbria Pack, and the wolves growled and ran with even more vigor. Their sole purpose was to compete to bite Usher's neck until it was severed.
Usher prepared. His claws dug into the ground as he took aim
